March may be right around the corner, but here in Michigan, the state of endless winter, there are still plenty of bad driving days ahead.

And inconsiderate, rude drivers are starting to wear on my nerves.

I'm a woman driver.

Yes, I have on occasion done at least one of the following things while driving: used the cellphone to order pizza; put on mascara; and reached into the back seat to calm a screaming infant.

I'm a good driver. I don't speed (unless I'm really late) and I don't cut other people off (unless I'm really, really late).

Bad driving is not limited to women.

Also, lousy drivers, regardless of gender, are not exclusive to big, honking SUVs. This winter I've run into plenty in Toyotas, Caddies and Mini Coopers.

My kids and I used to sing this little rhyme about traffic lights -- "Red means stop, green means go, yellow means caution so go real slow" -- not exactly Grammy-award material, but it makes a a couple excellent points.

Red means stop. And stop means all four wheels on your vehicle cease moving. Crawling is not a stop. Rolling is not a stop.

The other day I watched a well-dressed, middle-aged man advance on a red light (where I was stopped) and continue to roll through to make a right turn. That sort of casual dismissal of traffic laws drives me crazy.

Later that same day, I watched as a man (we were driving in the same direction but in separate lanes) stomped on the gas to race through a yellow light.

Oddly enough, the two of us had been traveling together for awhile and he hadn't been in that much of a hurry two minutes prior. I think some people see yellow as a dare and race to clear it without dying or killing anyone else.

You would think that drivers would be more cautious in winter. Potholes threaten to explode tires, dent rims and swallow small cars and icy patches wait for the right moment to send a driver careening into a ditch.

When winter first arrives there are lots of fender benders, apparently warm weather erases our driving memories. But by this time, when winter is close at end, we are seasoned and you would think smarter. But instead it seems some throw caution to the wind and drive like maniacs.

Even a little snow and ice can be dangerous, but slowing down and leaving enough space between cars to stop in case of slippery conditions should be second nature by the end of February.

But it's not. In the most recent winter blast, I was on the expressway -- driving cautiously -- leaving plenty of distance between me and the back end of the guy in front of me in case I needed to brake suddenly.

Some guy in a Cadillac decided my safe space was meant for him and squeezed in.

Then he put on his brakes because the guy in front put on his brakes and well, let's just say spring can't come soon enough for me.